free public library

I see a lot of posts on tumblr that imply borrowing a book from a library is less supportive of the author than buying it outright and I would like to offer a few unsolicited thoughts as to why that’s not true:

  • Every book in a public library has to earn its spot on the shelf. If no one checks it out, then it will be weeded from the collection to make way for a book that will circulate. So, if you check out a book, you’ve just given it a much a better chance at being there for someone else to discover!
  • A recently returned book is more likely to be propped up as a display in the tiny nooks around the library. Every shelver loves an empty display space because it means they can quickly get rid of several books. A book on display is more likely to catch someone’s eye and on and on!
  • You might not be able to tell this just by looking at the shelves, but when a book first comes out from an author, the library often buys several copies and based on how many people have reserved the title and how heavily it circulates, they might buy even more copies! Also, when purchasing a new title from an established author, many librarians will look at the circ stats of the author’s other books and will use that as a guide for how many copies to buy of the new book. In case you didn’t know, libraries buy a lot of books - we make up a huge portion of the book sales market.
  • Many people use the library as a way to discover new authors. It’s a risk-free investment and helps them experiment with a lot of different titles that they wouldn’t be able to if they had to buy all of them. And if they really love an author, they might become a life-long fan who will buy their books for years to come, all because of kismet at the library.
  • If you check out the book at the library, your librarian can make a better case for inviting the author to come to the library for an event for which they can get paid! This is especially true for lesser-known authors.


In conclusion, borrowing a book from the library is a wonderful thing to do. It helps make sure other people have access to that book in the future, creating an ever-wider audience for the author.

I’m not saying you shouldn’t buy books, I’m just saying, borrowing books from the library has just as many positive effects and you don’t ever have to feel bad that you’re somehow not supporting an author by borrowing their book instead of buying it. :)

Surprise pic for @finch-wing! I hope you like it nearly as much as I liked making it! ^^

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This past weekend LJS Reviews Director Kiera Parrott attended the GonzoFest at the Louisville Free Public Library in Kentucky. The festival, in its seventh year, celebrates the life, legacy, and literature of Hunter S. Thompson, who was a Louisville native. This year marks the first time that the festival was sponsored and held at the library—a natural home for the event, as Thompson’s mother was a librarian there for many years. The event featured a mix of live music, arts and crafts, local food vendors, cosplay (Kiera spotted many young men dressed up at Raoul Duke, the protagonist from Thompson’s novel and the cult classic film starring Johnny Depp, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), spoken word performances, and panel discussions. Keira participated on a panel about the first amendment, the role of journalism in the era of “fake news,” and the importance of media literacy.

 Photos courtesy of the Louisville Free Public Library.

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Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) 

American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse. His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: Frontispiece “Walt Whitman and the Butterfly. From a photograph by Phillips & Taylor, Philadelphia” and front matter from Leaves of Grass By Walt Whitman. Issued under the editorial supervision of his literary executors, Richard Maurice Bucke, Thomas B. Harned, and Horace L. Traubel. Garden City, New York: Doubleday, Page and Company, 1920.

Knowledge sets us free, art sets us free. A great library is freedom.
   
[…]
   
Plunging into the ocean of words, roaming in the broad fields of the mind, climbing the mountains of the imagination. Just like the kid in the Carnegie or the student in Widener, that was my freedom, that was my joy. And it still is.
   
That joy must not be sold. It must not be “privatised,” made into another privilege for the privileged. A public library is a public trust.
   
And that freedom must not be compromised. It must be available to all who need it, and that’s everyone, when they need it, and that’s always.

Join The Seattle Public Library for an afternoon of drawing practice at Populuxe Brewing in Ballard. Tatiana Gill will lead you through a series of drawing exercises working with live, clothed models, including plus-size, body positivity model Curvy Curly Chelsie. Emphasis will be on a body-positive approach to drawing and representation. Patrons of every skill level are encouraged to attend. Bring something to draw on and something to draw with.

Tatiana Gill is a Seattle based cartoonist who uses her art to show strength and vulnerability, reflecting the diversity of women so often underrepresented in the media. Themes include body positivity, feminism, mental health, and recovery. Tatiana has created dozens of self-published comic books, teaches comics, and contributes to local & global publications.

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happy trc childhood headcanons

i always see incredibly tragic childhood headcanons for the raven gang, which is fair because most of them had tragic childhoods in one way or another, but i want to imagine that at some point they had some happiness, or at least not full sadness, so…

adam

  • listen, adam parrish was the matilda of his school library. he was the shy little seven-year-old kid that snuck in during recess and read as many books as he could get his hands on. the librarian slowly grew very fond of him. little adam parrish reaching up to the circulation desk with a pile of kids’ science books about dinosaurs, space, rocks, plants, physics, anything that interested him. staying up late with a tiny reader flashlight that he got for free at the scholastic book fair or something. dragging stepstools over to the shelves so he could reach books on the top shelf by himself
  • legit every dog in the trailer park loved adam. he greeted them all after school. as like a ten-year-old, he got a job walking all the dogs. (the money went straight to his parents, but he was happy to spend time with the dogs anyway). one time one of his neighbors’ dogs had a litter of puppies and before they gave them all away, adam went over and gave them each a hug and played with them for a few hours
  • adam got crushes on boys and girls both from a young age because he was always full of love and affection that was reaching outward looking for someone to land on. he had a huge crush on his kindergarten teacher, who was this young blond lady who totally knew that adam liked her and thought it was adorable and let him hold her hand on field trips and stuff. he had a crush on his reading buddy when he was in first grade- it was a fourth grade boy, and he was actually not as good at spelling as adam was, but adam was too shy to correct his spelling
  • adam loved cars since he was little. it was possibly the only thing he did at home that gave him joy. the first time he fixed an engine (or whatever you do with cars idk) he felt like his whole heart was lighting up and he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be. the next day at the library he asked the librarian for books about car engines and he found out that there were jobs where you could do more than just fix cars, you could invent whole machines and engineer how they worked, and he was filled with determination to get to a place where he could do that

blue

  • orla was like seven or eight when blue was born, so the fox way household had to deal with two terrifying children at the same time. for a while when they were little, orla and blue were the dream team of mischief. they watched the parent trap and were inspired by all the pranks and attempted to play a prank on the whole household. unfortunately, living in a house full of psychics makes it difficult to effectively play pranks, so they got caught by calla while attempting to cover all the adults’ bedrooms in toilet paper. they got in huge trouble for wasting toilet paper but were also weirdly rewarded for being clever and independent
  • blue learned about academic feminist stuff at a young age from all the women in her house. so she was the Resident SJW of her elementary school. when she was required to make valentine’s day cards for everyone in her class, she made ones with lil feminist cartoons talking about heteronormative misogynist traditions. in kindergarten she punched a boy in her class for saying something sexist. she tried to stage a protest against the school dress code in fifth grade. when she got in trouble for it, maura raised hell with the school
  • maggie’s said before that none of them had any friends before meeting each other, which I mean they probably had *some* pseudo-friends at some point or other, but it’s likely that Blue spent a lot of recesses alone. her solution was to go around to every tree on the playground and get to know it. everyone thought she was weird anyway, so it was easy to get away with holding long conversations with the trees. she gave each of them a human name and they each had a personality. on arbor day she brought them gifts that she made at home
  • she was always trying to make her own clothes, but she learned all her sewing and knitting skills one summer when she went to a free class at the public library. until then she used all sorts of different methods, not all of which worked. she was a menace to any fabric that entered the door of 300 Fox Way. it was a bad idea to let her watch the sound of music and see the scene where maria makes dresses out of the curtains. maura saw the light in blue’s eyes the second she saw that scene and took down all the curtains in the house and hid them, because she didn’t believe in telling blue not to make clothes out of the curtains, but she also didn’t believe in having her curtains torn to shreds

ronan

  • this child picked flowers for his mother all the time, i guarantee it. for a while there they thought he was gonna be a florist. i promise ronan lynch brought five gabillion bouquets of wildflowers into the house for his mother
  • he wrote short stories as a kid. his fourth grade class had a creative writing week and they all had to write books. he came up with wild, creative stories, not based on dreams or dreamers or anything from his life at the Barns, but shitty ones like all kids write. he wrote about a racecar who was best friends with a cow and how they learned to get along even though one was fast and one was slow, things like that. his mother read all his stories and told him they were great
  • he was a Big Fan of shit like nancy drew and sherlock holmes because he thought it was so cool how they solved mysteries, so he roped matthew into joining him in becoming a detective. there weren’t too many mysteries to solve… i guess this IS gonna get sad but obviously there were mysteries to solve re: what the fuck his dad was doing but declan didn’t want ronan to have to know about that, so he would make up fake mysteries by like stealing stuff from the kitchen. eventually ronan caught on to the fact that the culprit in every mystery was always declan and he realized he didn’t want to be a detective anyway
  • also i want to imagine that ronan was that kid who changed what he wanted to be when he grew up like, a lot. one week he was DEFINITELY gonna be a racecar driver. another week he wanted to be a bullfighter, but then he changed his mind when he found out they killed the bulls because he is the friend to all cows of course. another week he wanted to be an artist, and another week he wanted to be a farmer, and another week he wanted to be a forest ranger, etc etc.

gansey

  • gansey was the kid who is so polite you think he’s a tiny adult. you know how sometimes like four-year-old kids say shit like “excuse me, ma’am, would you like me to take your coat?” and it’s like what the fuck… he was that kid. it was partially because it was sort of bred into him and partially because he adored when adults would give him little smiles and ruffle his hair and tell him that he was very polite and well-behaved. actually helen hated this because she wasn’t nearly as well-behaved and she would scowl every time her little brother got complimented for his manners
  • speaking of helen, she and gansey were NOT always little angels at the fancy parties their parents held. they loved to play games there. helen’s favorite was to steal little trinkets without anyone being able to tell, gansey’s favorite was scavenger hunts where he would pretend he was on a noble quest in the ballroom
  • i feel like gansey would have loved indiana jones movies. i know this for a fact. when he got older he realized that they were ‘not accurate to the true experience of archaeology’ or whatever, but they still held a special place in his heart (bonus: he both idolized and was attracted to young harrison ford probably)
  • the ganseys took their children to museums to Enrich Their Minds. this might have been a bad idea though, because gansey was Struck and Bedazzled in Wonderment at every museum he saw. he was the kid who actually read the signs on each exhibit and did the weird educational activities that the museum offered. he listened to the audio tours. he came home babbling about what he learned for hours. take this time to imagine gansey at the cloisters in new york (which if you don’t know is like a medieval monastery they shipped over brick by brick from europe and filled with medieval art) just LOSING it. in the room of unicorn tapestries he feels like he’s being imbued with Destiny. he is eight goddamn years old

henry

  • little henry loved the whole world. he loved little inchworms that he found in the backyard and he gave them names (mostly he named them after pop divas. britney spears the caterpillar was a member of the cheng household for a while). he loved every kid in his kindergarten class and tried to play with all of them during recess. he was just full of love and wonder
  • actually, to expand on the recess thing, henry cheng was the king of recess. he was the kid who organized the Great Game of Tag, famous among all the third graders, a game that stretched over months of recess and only ended when the snow forced all the kids inside. there were elaborate rules, rivalries begun, glorious battles fought over this game of tag
  • he was in ESL because his first language was korean, but he got the hang of english pretty quickly- he’s a fast learner. he just didn’t speak it all that often for the first few years of elementary school, because he liked listening more than speaking, so the teachers thought he wasn’t good at it. in the end it was his love of belting out top 40 songs on the playground that made them realize that he was actually fluent in english. (although i know you can know songs well without knowing the language, but he would often change the lyrics to be about his personal life)
  • he organized political protests from a young age. he protested the school administration in, like, fourth grade, for not having an adequate meal plan for kids who couldn’t afford lunch. one time he tried to protest his parents for making him clean his room, but i won’t get into that because his parents were not great, but it seems like the type of thing he would do

noah

  • i firmly believe that noah dressed in his sister’s clothes until the age of nine or so, he just wore dresses and didn’t care. people made fun of him but he just rolled with it. he only stopped because his tastes changed and he wanted to be more skater punk
  • he was a huge stan of 90s boy bands like n’sync or whatever, i don’t even know if i spelled that right i just know that he was a Nineties Kid TM and he loved all that crap.
  • his favorite class was art class. he was, however, not the favorite student of his third grade art teacher, who liked to keep the room tidy, because he made gigantic fucking messes in the pursuit of creativity. i’m talking fingerpainting, collages, glitter, ripped up construction paper, wild sculptures, glue everywhere. (listen I taught a crafts class for little kids and let me tell you, noah was one of a specific type of four-year-old who takes a liquid glue container and pours it ALL OVER EVERYTHING with a manic glee in his eyes) luckily in fourth grade they switched art teachers to a hippie type who loved creative messes and she encouraged him to the point that he organized an art gallery for the whole school in the gymnasium. it was very successful and exciting
  • noah ate every goddamn Novelty Nineties Food that you could find on some dumb Buzzfeed nostalgia list. Dunkaroos, Gushers, dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets, Scooby Doo mac-n-cheese, Kidz Cuisine, green ketchup or whatever. the more gross and artificial and neon colored and totally awful, the more Noah loved it. he RAN lunchtime snack swaps, he had every item you could possibly want, the envy of every other lunchbox carrier in the school. (on halloween he and his friends were those kids who made like a three-hour-long plan to hit every house they could and make a ridiculous candy haul) (but noah always donated half of his candy haul to charity)

feel free to add more if you think of more!

guys I just found something weirdly cute

So I recently found out that I can use Ancestry.com for free through the Brooklyn Public Library computers (it’s in their Learning Resources suite, so if you have a BPL card you can go to any branch and access it through the on-site computers) and I did a test run earlier this week and emailed a few findings to myself.

One of them was a census report from 1940 that had records of my grandma and her family. Next to her name was listed:

  • Age: 7
  • Attended school at any time since March 1, 1940?: Yes
  • Highest grade of school completed: 0

she’d literally only just started school, bless

Creepypasta #631: Anyone Here Remember The Old News Story About The Dismembered Feet?

Story length: Super long

My basement apartment flooded just in time for Christmas. Ho ho ho. Don’t worry about me though, I’m staying with a friend who has a kickass oceanfront view which beats the hell out of my old shoebox. Speaking of boxes, this flooding thing finally forced me to root through all the old junk boxes I’ve been carting around for so long. A lot of my stuff was ruined by water damage, but there was one sheaf of hastily stapled papers that might be of interest to you guys.

Way back when I was a poor, sheltered home schooled student (I know) I’d spend my free time on the public library computers browsing livejournal for decent fanfiction (I know, I know). One wikiwalk led to another and I found myself linked to another website with the blog of a guy who crowed about solving the mystery of where the feet were coming from.

You might not remember this news oddity but it had a lot of experts stumped. Basically, human feet were washing up on the West Coast with disturbing regularity. Just the feet tied neatly in their shoes and nothing else. Go ahead and google ‘British Columbia feet’ if you don’t believe me.

Eventually some authority figures got together and declared that was just how human bodies decomposed in water; separating at the joints. The buoyant rubber soles of the shoes caused the feet to float away from their unfortunate owners and they bobbed along the currents until they would end up ruining some early morning jogger’s day by showing up on the beaches.

Some of the bodies have been identified and some have not. The police assured the public that a link between the victims was very unlikely, that many of them were simply suicides. This blogger wasn’t contesting that. He merely wanted to point out that he’d found the origin of the bodies - the place most of them had entered to water.

There was a bit of a hullabaloo in the comments about how unscientific his methods for tracing ocean currents was. Because my curfew was about to be up I copied and pasted the whole thing and printed it off for ten cents a page, intending to read it later. I promptly lost the papers and they stayed lost for years, until yesterday when I rediscovered them while sorting through my storage for ruined things.

The original post and the map that came with it is a multi colored blur. I’ve transcribed the surviving comments as accurately as I can below:

trRustM3:

no U don’t get it!! there s no way any one can pinpoint wher they are from just from 'tracking currents’ ! if u could do this scientist woud do it all the time!!

benny83:

Okay, wow. Was that even meant to be English, trRustM3? Your words are such a garbled mess I can’t even tell. And what do you mean by 'scientists’, hmm? You do know there’s different disciplines of science, right?

dustinthewynd:

Fascinating theory! I;d love to hear more about your methods!

GUEST:

The water is cold

trRustM3:

fuck u u entitled grammar nazi

idrinkurmilkshakesintheyard:

you guys are missing the point. if we know where the bodies are coming from why don’t we tell the police?

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Halloween mega post pt. 1! You guys are super creative and adorbs! Me and my lazy witch-hat-headband salute you!

1. Halloween Costume. Competitive Intelligence Librarian, Law Library, New York. I needle-felted the planets (and Pluto!) for the crown. Everything else, I already owned! First place in the office costume contest!
2. Young Adult Librarian, Public Library, Georgia
3. VPL Special Collections - Halloween. Public library, Canada
4. Library Services Specialist, 6th-12th grade library, California. Steampunk!Captain Marvel.
5. Emily Davenport, Librarian, Carter High School, Strawberry Plains, TN USA
6. I am the YA Library Associate in the Southeast Anchor Library of the Enoch Pratt Free Library, the public city library serving the citizens of Baltimore, Maryland. I’m here channeling Billie Joe Armstrong from the band Green Day!
7. Sally, Snow White, a back cat and the Grim Reaper. We are all part of the Publishing and Depository Services team with Public Works, Government of Canada. Sally is our Systems Librarian and the rest of us are Cataloguing and Acquisitions.
8. EVE celebrates Halloween at the Freeport Public Library with tiny WALL-E at my belt, plant in boot, and glowing green plant badge.
9. Dressed as Belle for my archivist job at an academic library in MA aujourd’hui. #bibliophile
10. Library Director, public library, Tennessee, USA. My goth tendencies made a Minnie Mouse costume very easy to throw together.

thebluntprincess  asked:

How was the architecture at Pratt? Ever since I took art history, I can't help but notice the styles of the buildings around campus

Pratt is home to a diverse collection of buildings composed of several architectural styles. Most of the buildings at the school were built before World War II in the style of Romanesque Revival, Victorian, and Neoclassical styles and were designed by prominent nineteenth and twentieth century architects. After the war, Pratt began building more contemporary styled buildings, including the addition to Higgins Hall (the architecture school building) by Steven Holl (below).

Probably the most important building on campus is the Pratt Institute Library, which was opened in 1888 to serve students and the general public as well, became the first free Public Library in Brooklyn. The architect of the building was William Tubby of Brooklyn. The decoration in the building was done by the Tiffany Glass and Decorating Company. The stacks are unique and amazing! You can see more pictures on this previous post.

You can read about all the buildings on campus here.

Bookplate for the Carl von Rothschild Public Library, Frankfurt. Created by K. Ochs, 1897.

A foundation to establish a free public library in Frankfurt was established by Hannah Louisa von Rothschild (1850-1892) in 1887. Named in memory of her father, Mayer Carl von Rothschild, the library was modelled on the free public library system which Hannah Louise had seen in England, her mother’s birthplace. After Hannah Louise’s death in 1892, her mother, Louise, donated one million marks to ensure the perpetuity of the library.